Country Composer

Chapter 31 Red Dust
217 Among the four beasts in Jincheng, Zhu Biao is the weakest one. Although he has a great figure and is known for his armpit hair, but this is a singing talent show, and he is not allowed to take off his clothes and run naked.

Gou Jian has capital, Niu Ziming has good looks, and Ma Xiaoshu has talent.

Zhu Biao, who cannot take off his clothes, has nothing.

Only the world of mortals...

The keywords he drew were quite vague.

"Red Earth" is an extraordinarily broad proposition, which is difficult to write about. This is Zhu Biao's personal experience.

Of course, his so-called writing is not writing songs but poetry. The habit of writing a poem every day of this strong man of literature and art has been preserved even in the training camp, and has not been interrupted.

So far, Zhu Biao has searched all the song lists of the program group, but there is no suitable song, either it is too ugly, or he can't sing it.

Poets are usually rubbish.

Ma Xiaoshu chose to help Zhu Biao write songs, not only because he is the boss of the dormitory, but also to try and explore the "logic" of his own songwriting.How can we effectively stimulate the fog of dreams in the mind, and then trigger music works.

As the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice!

"First read the poem you wrote about the world of mortals, and I will look for inspiration."

Ma Xiaoshu said.

Zhu Biao's old face flushed: "Ahem... it's not decent, it's not decent, it's a bit shameful. That's, that... time is like a torrent, and love is washed away, leaving only traces, but these traces are beautiful. of……"

Niu Ziming: "Hey! It's so disgusting!"

Ma Xiaoshu shivered: "Boss, it's really disgusting."

Ma Xiaoshu grinned: "Haha! I have some inspiration...Maybe, I can write a new song every minute, maybe I can never write it!"

Niu Ziming: "Good poetry!"

Zhu Biao: "Inspired by Ma, how the hell can you write poetry?"

Ma Xiaoshu rolled his eyes, is this writing poetry?

Just hit the enter key.

Whether you call it shallow or deep, you are both poets.

However, Ma Xiaoshu really found inspiration.

He started to chant, and directly changed it with Zhu Ganglie's poem:
"When love is washed away in the torrent of time, there may be only some traces of love left behind. I hope the heavens bless these traces are beautiful..."

At least Ma Xiaoshu has faithfully followed the central idea of ​​Zhu Biao's poems.

Although Zhu Biao's poem was disgusting, it still hit a certain corner of Ma Xiaoshu's dream, so this verse appeared.

It's a pity that Zhu Biao could only hit that small area, probably because it wasn't disgusting enough.

So Ma Xiaoshu still decided to go find Jackdaw.

That teacher is evil...so inspired.

Jackdaw was the champion of the previous competition, and while serving as the promotional officer for the sub-division of "Shining Boys", he also took on many promotional tasks.Therefore, he is different from Wang Xinzhu and Xue Cheng. He spends more time in the training camp, and often shoots commercials, promotional videos, interviews and so on.

This gave Ma Xiaoshu an opportunity.

Carrying a ponytail and a small notebook, Ma Xiaoshu sneaked into Jackdaw's interview site in a daze. The interview was conducted by Xiangzhou TV Station to warm up "Shining Boys".

On the sofa, Jackdaw with delicate makeup and haircut was talking happily when he suddenly glanced at the cheap guy in the corner: "This stage is the most sacred stage, it is the embodiment of dreams and art, it is... Grass! "

Immediately, the whole person is not well.

Female reporter: "Huh? What are you talking about? I hate it. Let's do it all over again."

Jackdaw: "I'm sorry... I mean, many players with dreams come and go on this stage, but not many can really stay. Whether they leave or stay, this is for them. It's all a beautiful dream, a dream about youth."

Female reporter: "Wow! Well said!"

Just as Jackdaw was about to sing, he found a certain ghostly fellow writing furiously in a small notebook.

Ma Xiaoshu, what the hell are you...

Come again?

Aren't you going to play next week?Write Mao's song?
Apparently, the guy is looking for inspiration again!
When Ma Xiaoshu was not writing or drawing, he would stare straight at Jackdaw with a bright smile, making his hair stand on end even more creepy.

Jackdaw finished the interview with his hairs standing on end almost the whole time, and got up and left after finishing the interview.

The female reporter asked Ma Xiaoshu: "Why did you come to listen to Jackdaw's exclusive interview? And you also took notes?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "He helped me write songs! Teacher Jackdaw is a good person."

"Then it said on the Internet that you didn't deal with him?"

"Rumor! Gossip!"

"So, you guys have a good friendship in private?"

"How can you say it's good? That's pretty good! Teacher Han is very talented, and he speaks nicely..."

Hearing this, Jackdaw felt his scalp go numb, so he hurried back to the dressing room and locked the door.

call--

It was finally quiet.

Jackdaw rubbed his face and asked someone to remove his makeup.

Someone nearby handed over a cup of hot tea: "Teacher drinks tea."

Jackdaw's hands trembled: "Thank you ahhhh!! Ma Xiaoshu, what the hell... aren't you doing an interview?"

Ma Xiaoshu took a sip of tea with a smile, and then took out a small notebook: "It's finished picking! I also made two cups of tea by the way. Excuse me, what do you think of the word Hongchen?"

The jackdaw ditch was clamped tightly, angry and scared.

In the end, he decided to ignore Ma Xiaoshu and took out his phone to scan.

"Teacher, do you have a child?"

"Don't talk nonsense without you!"

"Then why does the phone recommend baby toys to you? Big data won't lie..."

"you shut up!"

"Boys and girls?"

"..."

Fortunately, the program group recruited Jackdaw to the meeting, and finally avoided Ma Xiaoshu's entanglement.

However, when he came out to go to the bathroom halfway, he suddenly discovered...

Holding a small notebook, Ma Xiaoshu exposed half of his body at the corner of the corridor, looking at him motionlessly, with a kind smile on his face.

In the middle of the night, Jackdaw woke up suddenly and screamed in fright.

He was delusional, and thought Ma Xiaoshu was hanging on the ceiling of his bedroom, and almost died of fright.

Although it was fake, Jackdaw was still in a cold sweat from fright, and couldn't fall asleep anymore.

In the early morning of the next day, Ma Xiaoshu brought him breakfast for the night, and then spread out the small books obediently.

Jackdaw has become numb.

People...how can this be done?How can you do this?

It's immoral!

Four days later.

Before the live broadcast of the second round of play-offs in the Western Division of "Shining Boys", Jackdaw was dying in the chair of the star pusher with dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes had lost their brilliance.

Xue Cheng joked: "Mr. Han's smoky makeup today is really natural, with a decadent beauty."

Wang Xinzhu: "The temperament is also very decadent, Lao Han changed his style today?"

Jackdaw: "Ma Xiaoshu didn't come?"

Wang Xinzhu said bluntly: "He has advanced, and he will not compete today, and he will not appear in the backstage, what? You want to spoil him again?"

Jackdaw: "It's fine if you don't come..."

(End of this chapter)